While watching the Mets recently, I had to laugh at Paul Lo Duca's entrance music. Recently, Paul has had some bad press. The Enquirer of newspapers, The New York Post, has made Paul Lo Duca's divorce troubles and alledged gambling debts public. Supposedly, Lo Duca is admist a divorce with his Playboy model wife, which seems to be par for the course as far as baseball players, and allegations that he had an affair with a 19 year old, who he supposedly told he was divorced.
And during a press conference, the usually open Lo Duca told the press that it's baseball only from here on out.
But Paul's still getting his message across-- in his entrance music.
Lo Duca's entrance music as of late has been "Staying Alive" by the Bee Gees. It's a pimp song that a guy like John Travolta can really strut to. And it's really letting the New York fans know what Paul's about. Let's look at the first few lines of lyrics, shall we?
"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk."
Yeah, that pretty much sums it all up for Paul LoDuca. Is he admitting that he cheated on his wife with a fine-looking 19-year old? Maybe. Maybe not. But as of now, he definitely has no time to talk, cutting the press off from him. As Lo Duca said, "For the seven years I've been in the big leagues, I've been a stand-up person who's let the media into my house. But it's only going to be baseball from now on, guys. And my teammates are with me on this."
Let's look a few lines further on in this disco classic.
"We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man."
OK, let me use a little creative liberty here and turn "Times" into "Post". Honestly, The Post is absolute trash. This is the paper whose Chief Editor ejaculated daily during the Michael Jackson trial. If you don't believe me, this was The Post's front cover:
In honor of Piazza's return to the Shea, I'll pass on any jokes about him. As for Lo Duca, it best be time to change the music until The Post has some new Nick and Jessica news to fill up their front pages. I suggest something a little more forgiving. May I suggest "Hard for Me to Say I'm Sorry" by Chicago? It doesn't have to be so specific, but whatever it is, just make sure it's not Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler." That'd just be dumb.